99.8% of tv is worthless
my sisters and brothers
before it unplugs you
99.8% of tv is worthless
99.8% of tv is worthless
my sisters and brothers
before it unplugs you
Asking humans this question, if you were a god and your people were waiting for you, how would you make your appearance? The majority of answers would be, definitely not quietly. Some would no doubt have a reality crew set up and ready to capture the theatrics of fireworks and flaming letters fanning across the sky to announce that you have arrived. There you’d be standing dressed and draped in brilliant regalia within a glistening chariot made from billions of dazzling gems and being pulled by a winged beast with a head of a lion and body of a dragon accompanied by a universe class band. Something like that.
How very opposite of our God. How very beautiful and intimately personal did Jesus come into the world for us! First of all the Creator of the Universe, of everything past, present and future came to the world burning with an incomprehensible love and compassion for us all. He came so that we may know Him and know that He desires a personal relationship with each of us. He came to set us free and to give all an even/steven chance of receiving His gift of eternal life ruling along with Him forever in His kingdom.
He arrived by way every human could relate to and understand, human birth and chose to do so in the most humble way. He became accessible to all who yearn to know and love Him. He came so that all can know and love Him. The kind of life our King chose here on earth announces that everyone, know mater your circumstance could become a part of His family and that all it takes is a willingness to see truth, see through the insignificance of mans world a fabricated merry go round of doctrine comprised of; depressing, limiting, self serving ,oppressing, listless, mindless, heartless callous, useless mandated redundant routine type existence……… requiring, obtaining, doing, going, being, becoming, having, needing, planning, occupying, lusting, wanting, gathering, consuming, using, exploiting and all willing to kill themselves following one person after the next down the escalator designated for mere men idolizing itemized lists, ideas, definitions and rules by which they delusion themselves into believing and declaring that this is life, this is what we are born and bred for and that this wasting of heart and soul is worth breathing for.
Side note-that ain’t being free.
But when you see through the cyclone of bull, see there under all the debris there to what has always and will always be, the magnificent simplicity and beauty of His Word(! ) illuminating our purpose our existence and the promise that He has given to us! The awesomeness of His power, glory, grace and promises He makes available at the insurmountable cost of free. All that He requires is our trust, belief, faith and love as we follow and live for Him.
Who will you serve? The men of this world at the cost that always is and always will be- everything? Can you breath without anxiety? Can you sleep without worry? Is your day meaningful..to anyone? Does your work come with an uncompromising love from caring, compassionate, considerate boss’ and co-workers who provide friendship and guidance and who are available to you 24 hours a day? Are you a valued, respected detrimental part of the company an aspect whose refined gifts and talents help keeps it together?
What happens 5, 10,20 years after you retire? Will any of those years you gave to that job mater? Would they even let you back in the door? Will new and future employees’ know about the work you did there? Would your old boss or company still even exist?
How about in the nursing home, when you’re terminal, and can’t walk or care for yourself will those people or that job come to your side and keep you company?Will they write or call?
How about family? Do you think that being connected by blood means family? Why, because they’re the most positive, influential, loving, understanding, intellectually and emotionally nourishing supportive people and you can’t live without their protection and comfort? Because they are the ones who put their arms around you and lift you up when you’re down or who hold you during the times you’ve made a mess of things? Is it because they’re the ones who’ve helped and will help guide your life? Have they raised you to be a strong, honest, selfless, resilient, virtuous person who can’t but help to positively affect people who are inspired by your genuine concern?
Who will be at your side when you die, your past or your future? Who will you give your life too? Who and what will you live for?
Before the night sky fills with brilliant colorful speckles eager to serenade the earth as they wize their way up cracking and poping against the calm, dancing their jig under the stars in an explosion of ohhs and ahhs, before the notes forming the ballads of the titans blast forth and out of hibernation from a cool steal lair by an anxious force of air turning breath into sounds demanding respect; we all stand up straighter at attention and give it to the only substance capable of uniting the whole country and silencing the pockets of protesters whaling incessantly about some gobeldy gook; Will you pause in between packing the beer coolers and shopping the mall and used car sales that have overrun this special day now forced to share with product placement ads 21st century style, pause to remember why you are able to participate in all of this plastic meaninglessness?
Through the noise knocking into the of eardrums of the crowd and sending its vibrations deep down into the soul effectively stirring distinctive but distant emotions forgotten and dusty slumbering within unused cells for the purpose of saving the memory of a primitive and powerful warrior self once existing solely for its own survival and thrill of the hunt. But this is an age where warriors are few, the definition having been boiled down into made up characters exploding in the allotted hour during prime time and glorified on the tele. While the real ones morph into everything every man secretly wishes he was -who american men try to impersonate by creating security systems in their home to convinces himself he’s doing everything he can to protect his family deep down knows their protection has nothing to do with his strength, it’s bigger than he, it is bigger than all of us living out our lives in a fantasy type existence in easy breazy land. This country knows it is nothing, nothing without these warroirs. Our thanks is evident in the moment a year we set aside to make a shout out to them – but our thanks is even more evident in this fact, while we go about in the privileges of the day made possible by them,
……they sleep under concrete skies wrapped in the black of the night where for many a slight breeze is all that touches them, to remind them that they are still alive,
Are these Warriors important enough to think upon between the beer and the beach? While they parade down streets will you take the time to talk to one and ask his story? Will you see the old Warriors, the broken , those who are forever changed and who’ve lost an innocence that only war can take away, will you be moved by what they do for you? This is their weekened this is their small thank you and the nation crashes into their honor in this celebration by featuring slashed product prices, apple pies and coolers of beer and a long weekend as reasons to rejoice.
Coddled citizens, so in love with fantasy and self interests some day Warriors will not be enough to protect all the petty little nuances packaged pretty and tightly into compartments containing various labeled freedoms; all the ridiculousness you hold soo dear…. Those victories you enjoy that let you do what you want in this country? They aren’t victories that you’ve won you can’t take any of it for yourself -you’d never have gotten as far as you have without them;
Warriors dripping red, blazing in glory, marching over ants flag in hand raised high for citizens sleeping cozy in their bed. Pray for them,let your voice become a participant of action reminding our govermnet not to disgard these, the champions who pay for that half ass luxururious position you’ve settled into safely high above the Masses-they pay for it all with their souls – honor Them, this easy breezy life we all live isn’t due credit to ourselves, honor and remember these Warriors, defender and protector of this our special and fragile USA
GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS GOD BLESS THE USA
Let Your Courage OUT of its Cage
To ask the Questions
NO One dares even nod at
in possibility of Its existence
ROAR out TRENDLESS answers
Let the RESTLESSNESS consume you
from RELENTLESS pursuits seeking out every known fact
with a clear, unbiased, truth sight conscious
leading to forming words up and into
a building with a solid foundation
unwilling to sway with the tides
unyielding in exploration until the solution
the remedy is absolute!
Aren’t you sick of discarding diseased filled band aids one after another?
are you sick yet from overflowing pus seeping through technology?
Hired hands reel-ing same old horse crap that the gossipy, sedative minds of Americans
gobble down like crack
making it the importance that surrounds their disillusioned lives
while spending their sad money on nothing and no one that benefits it
as the rest of the world moves forward into an unstable an fearsome reality
that is the 21 century
sleeping warriors of old weep
seeing all of their sacrifices for a better existence burned in effigy
States full of laughing wallowing citizens bragging on an intelligence
outshined only by Its lack of literacy
and having no idea of the imminent danger they’ve allowed to infiltrate
re read war history; Bait and Bleed, Occupy the heavens to cross the Ocean
this foolish nation proudly showing off how they spend freedom
marching, shouting, rallying and whining over he called/she called me
disrespecting, breaking,tearing down and congesting the very system
the priceless Constitution written to protect them
while evil sits back wiping Its clean, work free hands in amusement
as all implications planned out long ago reach approving heights
Open your eyes and see life through 2 windows
one left one right
both peering out with child like sight
beautiful orderly, strategically, magnificently, radically, intricately, marvelously
purposely, positioned is
AS the complexity of such simple things leave humanity
perpetually scratching at their head
pen in other as laws are written
with a thousand pages just to explain how to wipe our ass
if officials have to baby its citizens its time to send these overpaid dillywaggers packing
Dust of the Armour each is given that’s just stored -not lost within us
gear up the brain for battle
no breathing disproportionate skewed truth should remain alive
turn the tide back toward a required life lived in honor and faith
we are the most powerful created creatures in the universe
dive in deeper under the sludge of mainstream and plug into
the absolute brilliance that is you!!
As I was walking past a playground I heard kids humming a tune. As I tried to identify the tune I looked over to see two girls about age 7 swinging in unison on a swingset. I walked past them amused by their loud voices humming the tune in confident determination. Then I remembered from which song came that tune. Nope it wasn’t the one from a 50s song I had been previously speculating but it was the hook from Eminems “Monster.” In that moment of realization came a vision, the severance of the last bit of american integrity. The finality of a once beautiful silk spun dream now unrecognizable and unimaginably shredded into an embarrassing existence standing shamefully proud without remorse upon the blood sweat and tears of the original weavers . This race of creature which had at one time guarded itself and family so vivaciously against any harm or evil no mater the size has fallen to a depth of perversion not even common garbage would dare spill itself upon.
Gosh sake at one time in history the mere sight of a black cloud was enough for a whole village to seek safety within the church singing out their repentance and praise in hope and determination that no harm would come even to their homes.
Labels are carelessly thrown out and written over names awarded to individuals not worthy of the definition. Artist does not mean sell out. It does not mean conformist. It is not something or someone that harms. It does not seek to destroy. It is mindful and aware. It values the heart and spirit of life. It values, respects and humbles itself in a quiet brilliance that effortlessly seeks out human vessels filling all with a light that lifts burdens.
People have become so greedy that selling their product to one type of demographic is not enough. For most people over 40, from now and since forever was there ever between you and your parents and even grandparents a shared taste in anything they did let alone in music they listend too? Kids had kid songs and grownups had grownup music. There was as there should be, a distinct line of adult and child, one does not cross over to the others world to hang. And today there are way too many role reversals. There are way too many adults not deserving of that word. Now we have companies believing in their own cleverness and banking on proven consumer laziness and ignorance (80% of new york high school graduates are illiterate but that’s off topic) finding ways to get their product into the hands of all ages -no literacy required.
The USA used to be a nation of stable hard working and desperately well versed citizens courageous in morality , reliability and honesty. It was a crime to sell shabby products. People would drive out businesses that were formed for profit off the harm to its own citizens. Today? We are a society numb to its own families well being.
How many 911 call have been made out of sheer terror because a monster was found in that persons house? How many people regularly hear other adults humming little diddies and jingles? Exactly. The monster example defiantly isn’t something you’d expect to find in any adult language-unless you’ve just escaped from the forbidden forest and lived to tell. But even Disney have made them into cute emotional things, diminishing the scariness that once inhabited children during tales of old.
Parents, in their twistedly 21 century mindset think it cool to rock out with their own kids while driving down the highways or free dancing in their living rooms creating memories and bonding, something that maybe never happened in their own childhood. If adults and kids were meant to share experiences as equals we’d all be birthed as full adults. It’s not cool to fill your child’s vocabulary and fragile and impressionable gullible imaginative mind with anything sexual or violent. If you walked into your childs bedroom and sitting on the bed was a stranger and they were talking about “stripping off all their clothes getting naked and ready, f**ing them in the hot tub while raising a glass drinking it down getting ready for that time at night after the lights go out the tongue comes out throw them on the bed sweating on the sheets till the break of dawn”……would you smile and thank that stranger for their wonderful babysitting service? Would you call all of your friends with kids to rave about and recommend that stranger?
Congratulations you’ve just pimped out your kid well before they’ve even contemplated what a kiss is and you only paid $14.99. or .99 cents. And it’s done day after day hour after hour. Child trafficing is all around us. Pimps and prostatuition happens most inside the family home than on the street in america. Your neighbor, the kindergarten teacher your Dr. or yourself, all could be pimping out kids. And the joke is the blindness to the destruction that we fill our lives with everyday and with the complete confidence that “it’s not that big of a deal.”
So while the little kiddies in the backseat sing along to your music with lyrics like-“in my %$apparel underwear, got my ass squeezed,boy I’m drinking” ..wayyy too many examples to give-remember whatever you let into your childs life shapes and effects them. The greatest power on earth is that given to a parent-they WILL make or break another human beings life. I failed I’ve failed so terribly because I was rolling in the waves of the human world as my kids grew. My kids are smart and healthy but I failed to surround their upbringing with nothing but sunshine, and that is another story. As adults our interpretation and understandings of things is out of proportional comprehension to a childs. What we think of as no big deal, can and does determine if children grow up to live honorably seeking wisdom and full of courage OR thinking God is irrelevant and that cheating, drinking and lying, lazy and spiritless without moral boundary having the trendy perception of valuing everything-which in fact renders everything valueless which leads to a purposed filled life lived in and of CRAP!
Think back when you were little when you heard or saw something “out of ordinary child reality” and your interpretation of it whether icky, scary, weird or good; affected you.
You’ve got two choices—Pay companies and so called artists to rape your child’s mind or step up and get the garbage out of yours and their life! Become a human and raise a human to be everything songs DON’T tell you to be-MAGNIFICENT!
God Bless-never Give up and never back down from the tide of man
talking to this itch…
It’s hard to say when I’ll be back
coming from a place I haven’t left
When the mood quivers?
when the dam breaks?
when the heart beats ?
reach toward the sky
climb out from under the stale air
nothing is left, nothing is left
growth needs nurturing refreshing freshness
a change of skin
something never experienced, is that possible?
the death of silence
that’s the prayer request
I am wanting for everyone a wonderful day of celebration and thanks. I hope you are surrounded by loved ones and reunited for a time with those whose absence, caused by miles of road or miles of hardships, have been missed and needed.
Maybe your home is filled with delicious smells permeating off of eclectic platters filled with traditional or modern delights which have been strategically placed throughout the home waiting to be ogled over by company who will fondly reminisce with vocal memories . But don’t be a kitchen hog-ger. If you know So and So would have wanted to cook for her/his own family too, let them join in! Invite them to bring a dish or help you. Share. This is a once a year thing.Oh (and don’t get all mad if you’re the only one doing the dishes. Leave them, they can wait, you’re wanted elsewhere.) And (don’t offer to do the dishes, most likely the person doing them is someone who needs to feel in control and they won’t see you as helpful, although they’ll thank you profusely , “ohh your soo sweet”… no, they are just happy to have someone new “under” them who is eager to do their bidding and whom they get to tell what to do and how they like it done and where it goes (that’s how they see the situation!) You might gloat to your spouse how you’ve been bonding-your not..I should say, they’re not (but they love that you think that!)
May the conversations you have and hear be fruitful and stimulating and far from the monotonous bland routine some people call necessary “polite” protocol. May your “hellos'” be sincere and not robotic and rehearsed. That, HEL…LL oO stated word that ranges from a medium to a way too loud sound of expression i.e, an over- reacted welcome, is a dead giveaway to a character who needs to impress upon others making them believe that they are “good and sincere” people, but who are actually total phonies and maybe even a jerk to someone behind closed doors. Beware and guard your privacy-because whatever you say will be misinterpreted and that is the version that will be gossiped.. But the excitable could just be one of those naturally, bubbly, eccentric, fun, high energy, high excitement-people (think an Empath). Then your word is safe and sound around them.
Slow down and listen and learn from stories told from the past, the present and what is wished for in the future. Maybe you can help their dreams move quicker. I hope your words are inviting, a sanctuary for the worried and elated to confide in and share with in this Holiday season. Who knows what happens after the festivities are over? After all for many, home is a dark long ride back.
I hope this day is an event to be cherished and not seen as a chore. I hope you grow more close. I hope problems and misunderstandings are able to be resolved and forgotten. I hope today is so much more than something mandated by the system.
I hope you have a great experience today! Look forward to days that might be a little uncomfortable and that might feel more like a headache than a treasure – see them as an adventure and an opportunity. Your words, your time and patience, your presence can make a huge difference in a persons life. God Bless and
Think about this ladies…..If the stuff these billion dollar industries sold worked, there would be a lot more actresses over 45, and a lot more models over 30.
It’s funny, the industry that claims this stuff can turn back time-don’t employ any one whose reached puberty.